But in the morning, on the summer dawn of Sunday You're not sure what you have done Who told you love was fleeting? Sometimes men can be so misleading To take what they need from you Whatever you need to make you feel Like you've been the one behind the wheel The sunrise is just over that hill The worst is over What ever I said to make you think That love's the illusion of the weak This morning we love like weaklings The worst is over The worst is over